At this she laughed, with gentle condescension, as if I had tried to make a joke.
You think Ive lived here so long and not learned that for myself? Dont you fret, Ive seen what Sykess remedies can do She broke off and shot a quick look sideways at the tomb. I followed her gaze.
Did Sykes kill the boys?
She stepped back, alarmed by the urgency in my face.
I told you, sir, I knew nothing of any boys. I only saw the little beggar child once. I was thinking of something else. She lowered her voice and looked at the floor. No matter. It was long ago.
Sarah Garth, you mean?
What do you know of that? Her head jerked up.
I know only that she fell sick and died here. Her family think she was murdered.
Meg passed a hand across her forehead.
Sarah took ill with the sickness that takes all foolish girls who are easily flattered by men.
She was with child? My eyes widened. By Sir Edward?
Maybe. They were both at her, you see.
Nicholas as well?
He was fourteen then, and his father encouraged him. She shook her head again. Sir Edwards wife was not long dead, and that poor silly girl thought shed make the next mistress of St. Gregorys one way or another. She soon learned better when she got the child and found neither one of them meant to marry her. So she threatened to tell all of Canterbury their business.
And Sykes came out to tend her?
You know a lot for a stranger, Meg said, with a shrewd glance. Master called him in to look at her condition, yes.
Did Sykes try to rid her of the child?
That I dont know. But one way or another, Master was rid of the problem after his visit.
Gods blood, I whispered, almost to myself. So Tom Garth might be rightEdward Kingsley may well have had Sarah killed discreetly to save his family a public scandal or the expense of supporting a bastard. And who better than his friend the physician to administer a fatal remedy without suspicion? The dose makes the poison. But did any of this connect with the boys who died in this hellhole, or Fitch, or Sir Edwards murder?
Meg clutched her shawl tighter around her shoulders, her eyes flitting again to the body in the coffin.
I have seen enough here, sir.
And I.
I set my shoulder against the stone lid of the tomb and with considerable effort managed to push it back into place, feeling a dreadful complicity as the ruined face of the boy disappeared into darkness and Prior Hugh reclined serenely again on his bier, his marble hands frozen piously in supplication. I had almost grown used to the smell; at least it was no longer making me retch. Meg took a last look around the mausoleum as if she still doubted the evidence of her own eyes.
But your master already had one bastard, I thought? I asked, as I followed Meg from the room. She stiffened, and turned to face me.
No, sir, he did not. Where did you hear that?
I bent to lock the door behind us, lowering my voice now that we were back in the passage.
Nicholas complained that the Widow Gray was to receive a gift in his fathers will. She has a son, does she not?
Meg sniffed.
But her boy is near thirteen and she only came to Canterbury six years ago.
Six years?
Just after Canon Langworth arrived. She fixed me with a meaningful look. I recalled what Harry had said about the rumours that followed Langworth.
You mean he is Langworths son?
I only know what is whispered in the town. The canon visits her often, though perhaps that is just his Christian duty.
I made to run a hand through my hair but as I brought it close to my face I realised how the smell of dead flesh clung to my fingers.
But if the boy is Langworths, why was Sir Edward giving her money? I could not fathom the tangled relationships in this town and my head was beginning to ache badly from wine and lack of sleep. Meg did not answerI had the sense she felt she had said too much, forced into too great an intimacy with me by the shock of our monstrous discovery. I paused by the door that led from the secret passage back into the storage cellar and leaned against the wall, feeling suddenly faint.
Mistress Kate, Meg said, eventually. She is well?
Who? I was concentrating on fighting the rolling waves of light and dark behind my eyes; it took a moment before I realised she meant Sophia. She will be better when she no longer fears for her life.
If the murderer can be found, she would inherit St. Gregorys, Meg said. I did not miss the wistful glance that accompanied this thought; perhaps she was thinking how much easier her own life would be with Sophia rather than Nicholas running the household. Perhaps I had one ally in Canterbury, at least.
I locked the low arched doorway behind us, glad to leave the underground passageway and its terrible secret buried again in silence, though I feared the foul stench of the tomb had followed us; I could almost believe that smell would accompany me for the rest of my life. Summoning the last of my strength, I piled the boxes of rubble in front of the door until it was covered and gave Meg my arm to help her up the steep steps back to the normality of the pantry.
Will you report what you have seen tonight, sir? she whispered, as I closed the hatch behind me.
Not right away. There is more I wish to discover before I say anything.
Do not tell Mayor Fitzwalter, she said. You will get no justice from him. Better wait until the assize judge comes to town in a few days. But, sirshe plucked at my sleeve, looking up with anxious eyesyou will tell them I knew nothing?
I was about to reply when a noise from the kitchen beyond made us both start. We froze; in the next room, someone stumbled into a bucket with a great clanging of metal, accompanied by some thick curses. Meg motioned to me to crouch behind a pile of flour sacks, while, pulling her shawl tighter, she stepped through the archway into the kitchen.
Christs body, woman, you near scared the life out of me! The voice was Nicholas Kingsleys. What are you doing creeping around in the dead of night?
I couldnt sleep, Master Nicholas. I thought since I was awake I might as well make myself useful in here, Meg replied.
Huh. Well, you can make yourself useful by getting me something for my head. It feels as if its about to explode. I have a raging thirst too.
He was slurring his words. I remained still behind the sacks, only now feeling the ache in my arms and shoulders from hefting the crates and the tombs lid.
In my experience, Master Nicholas, Meg said, trying to keep her voice light, the best remedy for that kind of headache is bed rest and a quantity of fresh water.
Get me some then.
But Meg faltered. I have not been to draw any from the well yet, Master Nicholas. It is the middle of the night, and
Well, you can draw some now. His tone was growing more irritable.
It is only thatit is very dark out there. I could get you some small beer for now, and bring water when
I said draw some water, woman! Am I not the master of this house? My father might have kept you on out of pity, you crone, but I want a servant who will do my bidding without answering back.
I said draw some water, woman! Am I not the master of this house? My father might have kept you on out of pity, you crone, but I want a servant who will do my bidding without answering back.
I could not stand to listen to any more of this. I brushed the flour from my breeches and stood in the archway that separated the pantry from the kitchen.
You cant send her out in the middle of the night. If you need water, I will go.
Nick looked at first shocked, then outraged to see me.
You! What in the Devils name are you doing here?
Same as youlooking for something to drink.
In there? His face hardened and he took a step towards me as I watched an idea struggling to take shape in his fuddled mind. Have you been stealing my fathers wine?
I held up my hands to placate him.
I have touched nothing. I only wanted water.
You lie. He pointed at me as he took an unsteady step closer. Do you think me a fool? Your hair is covered all over in cobwebsyouve been in that cellar! Devil take youI told Bates I wanted no thieving foreigners in my house, but he would have you along for the sport.
You are drunk, I said, turning away from him in disgust. He lunged at me, aiming a punch at my jaw, but his judgement was muddied by drink; from the corner of my eye I saw his fist swing and put up my left arm to block it, then landed a blow to his stomach with my right. He staggered back, winded, against the large table in the centre of the kitchen, cursing and spluttering, but I sprang forward on the balls of my feet, fists clenched, challenging him to try again. His head was clear enough to see that he would not come out of a fight well; instead he clutched at his gut and glared at me, his thick features twisted with hatred.
Get out of my house, he hissed. And when my friends are up we shall make you pay for your thieving, you filthy cur.
I should have taken my leave then, but I hesitated, looking at his blunt insolent face, thinking of how he had treated Sophia, how he had spoken to old Meg, and it was as if all the pent-up anger of that night rose in me and exploded. I half turned towards the door, then, almost with an impetus of its own, my fist drew back again and before I was even conscious of having decided on the action, it flew forward and connected squarely with his face. He was caught so much off guard by the blow that he lost his footing, slipped, and fell backwards, his head glancing off the corner of the heavy oak table. He hit the floor and lay there, quite still, blood trickling from his nose.
Oh, Jesu! What have you done? Meg cried, hastening to kneel by the motionless figure.
II didnt mean I stepped back, rubbing my bruised knuckles, aware only now that I was shaking violently. Is he breathing?
The old woman bent her head over Nicks face. My heart seemed to slow to a standstill in the silence that lasted an eternity while I waited for her answer.
Justthanks be to God. Help me to sit him up, or the blood in his nose will choke him.
Together we pulled him upright against the leg of the table, where he slouched sideways, head lolling, his mouth hanging open as blood dripped down his chin and onto his chest. Meg held the corner of her shawl to his nose.
Looks worse than it is, I hope, she whispered, in a tone of reproach. Dear God, you could have killed him. Why did you not stay hidden?
The way he spoke to you I stared at the youths battered nose and the stream that bubbled over his swollen lip. For one moment of fury I might have been facing my own trial for murder.
She looked up with a rueful smile.
You mean well, sir, I see that. The Lord knows I have no affection for this boy, but no one will be helped by breaking his skull. Her face grew serious. You should go. If he recalls what happened when he wakes, the lot of them will turn on you. They are foolish youths, but they swagger about with swords for all that.
He may think you were helping me to steal.
Leave me to worry about him. Ive known him since he was an infant. You get yourself back to the city before first light. There have been enough horrors this night.
I hesitated, but saw that she was right. On an impulse, I leaned forward and planted a kiss on the top of her head. Her white wisps of hair felt discomfitingly like cobwebs.
Keep yourself safe, Meg, I whispered. When your mistress is free to return here, she will take care of you, I have no doubt.
The old woman laid a bony hand over mine for a moment, and I saw the sheen of tears in her eyes before she blinked them away.
Get you gone, she said. And remember what I told you, sirI knew nothing of this dreadful business. God knows I speak the truth. She glanced in the direction of the cellar.
I nodded, squeezing her hand a last time, hoping she had wit enough to avoid the belligerent anger of Nick Kingsley and the infinitely more dangerous calculations of Langworth and Sykes.
The sky was already edged with pink light in the east as I retraced my steps through the priory burial ground towards the gate, casting a last glance back at the ominous shape of the dirty white mausoleum with its stone angel about to take flight. Red streaks showed between dark banks of clouds at the horizon and a welcome breeze lifted my hair and dispelled a little the foul vapours that I imagined still clung to me from the nights encounter. I passed unremarked under the North Gate and in the yard of the Cheker, as I walked by the water pump, on impulse I stripped to the waist and stuck my head and shoulders under the flow, letting the cold water wash the cobwebs and filth from my hair and face, until I could almost believe I was clean again. When I was done, I held my bruised fist in the water to bring down the swelling, bitterly regretting that I had not shown a greater degree of self-control with Nick Kingsley. Now I had two enemies in Canterbury and it would be all but impossible to make any further investigations at St. Gregorys, with Nick and his friends looking for the chance to give me a bloody nose or worse in return.
Shivering as I dried myself with my shirt, I realised the inn was still locked up for the night, and I would have to wait until the servants rose for their early choresunless I wanted to get Marina out of bed, a prospect I did not greatly relish. Instead I crossed to the stables and found my horse dozing quietly in his stall. I squeezed in beside him, murmuring gentle nonsense, and lay down on a bale of hay. As I drifted towards an uneasy sleep, my fingers closed around the silver medallion of St. Denis in my purse and the decaying face of the Huguenot boy rose, livid, behind my eyelids, seeming to ask what in Gods name I meant to do next.
Chapter 11
I dreamed fitful dreams in those early hours; of skeletal hands ragged with rotten flesh reaching out of a dark tomb to clutch at my clothes. At one point I imagined one of these hands took hold of my shoulder and began shaking it roughly as the foul air of the burial chamber breathed cold into my face, until I could stand it no longer and woke with a fearful cryto find myself staring blearily into the face of Constable Edmonton, whose morning breath smelled of stale beer and onions through his ginger moustache.
Get up, you, he ordered.
I tried to sit, and the nights excesses caught me like a fist to the head; I leaned forward and exhaled slowly while I regained my balance.